Monday, October 11, 2004

Poem: Winter

Written for a friend who was going through hard times.


The world seems gray and cold outside,
When peace of mind will often hide,
Days flitter past with chilled despair,
And spirits left in disrepair.
A winter’s long in solitude,
And snowy beauty’s misconstrued,
Buried deeply, the growth of life,
All sense of warmth is lost in strife.
A snowball grows without regard,
Keeping out from under’s sometimes hard,
While standing strong is rather rough,
Not giving in can be enough.
A strengthened back might shovel clear,
And build a path ‘round any fear,
For every storm that leaves its mark,
When given time, shall disembark.

Copyright SGW 1997

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